Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But I most seriously doubt it.
The Dancing Dingus!
- Is that a boy's model? - Can a parent assemble it?
Jesus, I don't know.
I don't care if you're president of the company!
we can really push around.
education?
It's in your apron pocket, right where you left it.
- About seven minutes. - Yeah, I was all wet about your Idea Man.
Scratch that. Say whatever you like.
Take no prisoners, give no second chances.
Suffers from one of these complexes they have nowadays.
It's a juice-and-coddee bar, man, like I've been telling you.
She's just doing her job, I guess.
Wait for a coconut to drop. File a story on it.
GOOOOO EAGLES!!!!
To pad your account.
Some of our biggest stockholders are...
You know, for kids.
- My leg is on fire! - No assumptions!
I have let my success become my identity.
Inter-office mail is code 37! Intra-office mail is 37-3.
You sold all our stock?
except, of course, this last one.
Sure, sure, some jerk...
- Shall we look in the book? - Ma'am, we shall...
I'm sorry, Sid, I thought maybe if I showed him the long view...
Pardon me for saying so, but I find that very far-fetched.
- Lobby, we haven't got all day. - Right away, Mr. Mussburger.
Our international division...
It's hard to admit when you've been wrong.
Norville Barnes, young president of Hudsucker Industries...
The board's using him to depress the stock to buy it cheap.
about things he knows nothing about.
with all details of my life. Not a happy story.
Just let me keep my job, I'm praying to you.
- He did? - Turns out he's not such a bad guy after all.
Oh, yes, in Film
You're useless.
that in our next lives some of us will come back as ants.
The problem the board will have is you hired this woman...
My, it certainly is beautiful. The people look like ants.
He told me you stole that swell hoop idea from me. What gives?
You Know, For Kids
She sits down and orders a light lunch.
You, a Muncie girl.
That gag's got whiskers on it.
But you did not excel in your studies.
Five bucks says she mentions her Pulitzer.
And it looks like you're an imbecile after all.
Extinct. Homo sapiens sapicus.
She's probably very unattractive and bitter about it.
You're fired.
Letter-size, a green voucher! Folder-size, a yellow voucher!
It'd be more of a grabber than your piece on the county grain surplus!
Then my name isn't amy archer and I never won the pulitzer prize!
Rajah, I like that.
What's the difference?
it isn't even funny.
You know, for kids.
sometimes I have to go undercover, as it were.
She probably dresses in men's clothing...
But the great part is we don't have to charge an arm and a leg.
What's this I hear about you bein' an imbecile
Enter the dame.
When she don't...
and chairman of the board of Hudsucker Industries...
It's okay if you don't like it.
Either you find me a ding-dong or tender your key to the executive washroom.